Baby Steps

Shaking, fumbling, trudging along.
Slowly and unsurely stepping forward.
One small step after the other.
Not enough to be called walking just yet,
And hardly an improvement from crawling.
Nothing special here, just baby steps.

Wobbling, rocking, stomping along.
Carefully and insecurely stepping forward.
One small step after the other.
I don’t just want to walk, I want to run.
Nothing impressive here, just baby steps.

Trembling, stumbling, pacing along.
Unconfidently and questioningly stepping forward.
I moved better when I crawled,
Now here I am wanting to forsake it all.
Nothing spectacular here, just baby steps.

Staggering, lumbering, shuffling along.
Hesitantly and reluctantly moving forward.
A half-step following the next.
Falling back to my hands and knees,
Failure is all the heart sees.
I’m sick and tired of these baby steps.

Leaps and bounds, winds ripping by.
Life blurs into oblivion in the corner of my eye.
A breakneck pace is too slow.
Rushing forward at full charge.
Remnant sensations of a memory now.
The grasp of missing, dull burn of phantom pain.
Intense longing, and unquenched yearning refuse to wane.
To break away from these baby steps;
Not to walk again, but to run.
There’s nothing great here, just baby steps.

Nothing fun here, just baby steps.
No joy, no pleasure, just baby steps.
A shadow of what walking could be,
At a pitiful pace slower than a crawl.
Sometimes I trip, sometimes I fall.
They aren’t pretty, these baby steps are,
But I’m on my way.

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Goodbye

Goodbye to the sweet beginning, and the firsts of a beautiful story.
Goodbye to every moment of a smile, a laugh, and so much more.
Goodbye to a heart filled with nothing more than the rawest care.
Goodbye to that loving stare.
Goodbye to the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars.
Goodbye to the close, now enjoy the far.
Goodbye to the dream, and all it brings.
Goodbye to reality, and the sometimes it stings.
Goodbye to everything, and all beyond.
Goodbye as walk away, and behind me close the door.
Goodbye by to me, and goodbye to you.
Goodbye to the echo, no more, I’m through.
Goodbye for now, and goodbye for good.
Goodbye for now, and I hope that’s understood.
Goodbye once more to make that clear.
Goodbye, goodbye.

When the Sun Sets

When the sun sets and darkness falls.
At a time where the stars refuse to shine at night.
When only silence and shadows rule,
Be my light and bring me serenity.

When the clouds roll in and the sky howls.
At a time where the rain refuses to stop.
When only thunder and lightning rule,
Be my sight and grant me clarity.

When the earth shakes and the fires consume all.
At a time where the lands refuse to yield life.
When only calamity and pain rule,
Be my might and award me comfort.

When the it all ends and nothing remains.
At the moment where only time moves forward.
When we return to the vastness of space and emptiness rules.
Be there with me to see eternity.

Broken Glass

Reflection glaring back at me,

I hate what you’ve become

An empty husk, and broken remnant of ties undone

The wrathful, pitiful, haunting specter lingering on

Wailing, and weeping for a treasure now long gone

I loathe your form, but find compassion in knowing a heart so bitterly torn

Standing over shards of broken glass,

here I am

Cut me up, and bleed me dry

No matter how much I scream and cry, here I am

Standing over the shards of broken glass, the little pieces of me

Even when my body is scattered to the wind,

here I am

Reflection of the other me, the image of no true wealth

A vision of all that I see wrong in myself

The weak soul, unable to crawl

One left wallowing, and pitying after every fall

I despise your appearance, but find sympathy in a mind so depressed

Standing over shards of broken glass,

here I am

Cut me up, and bleed me dry

No matter how much I scream and cry,

here I am

Standing over the shards of broken glass, the little pieces of me

Even when my body is scattered to the wind, here I am

Standing over shards of broken glass, the little pieces of me

Projecting a broken up, and mangled creature

A magnified depiction of every unattractive feature

Standing over shards of broken glass,

here I am

Reflection grinning back at me,

I know what you are

Desperate shade, hiding painful scars

Lacking, longing, empty spirit drifting by

Waiting, asking, begging to truly die

I abhor your presence, but find understanding in a soul left bleeding

Standing over shards of broken glass, here I am

Break me down, a bury me deep

Allow me rest, allow me sleep

Even when the maggots come,

Here I am, standing over these shards of broken glass. “

Time Stop

I want to stop time and catch my breath. Just a little moment to step back from the sadness,

A chance to step away from the pain.

I want to be free again.

Open to do as I please in my own little world that doesn’t move; a quiet place to relax and rest.
I want to stop time and take it all in.

The stars, the roses, even the little ants on the hill.

This fast-paced world has lost its thrill, but I want more than a world that’s just simple and slow.

I want a world that does not go.

Oh, how I long to be still.
I want to stop and reconnect.

To halt everything, and capture all the scattered pieces— the shards that cannot run.

I want to stop time and be free.

In this motionless space where I can be me.

I want to stop and make it all mine.

I want it all to stay, I want to stop time.

When The World

When the world comes crashing down, who will be there to catch it?
When the seas run dry, will you be there to refill them, or will the tears be the source?
When the forests die, how will the world breathe?
Can trembling hands plant new seeds?

When the world starts to fall, who will pick it up and help it turn again?
When the volcanoes roar, will you be there to calm its rage, or will deaths be the sedative?
The mountains crumble away, and the dust spreads on winds that soon die.
Chaos rules, and discord thrives. Order lost with broken ties.

When the world ends, does it ever start again?
Does the void consume all within?
When the darkness wins, who will let the light be?
Will it be you, when it can’t be me?

Unfree

Free me from my chains.
Let me go, and fly away.
A meager soul, even smaller heart.
The remains of being torn apart.

Challenge me, force me to rise beyond.
I watch the time, it’s almost gone.
At the breaking point, singing the bleakest song.

For naught, and nil.
Slowing down with waning will.
Forsaking wisdoms, embracing passion and the irrational.
Settling into the discomfort of being unknown.
Out of my own mind and body it feels I am thrown.

The wicked thoughts are hunting me.
Lusting after the sanctity of the little tranquility I hold.
Robbing me blind, and beating me deaf.
I see no hope, I hear no whispers of comfort.
There is no chance for succor, the darkness remains bold.

Wilting like a flower in its final days.
Defeat sets in, and on the shoulders it stays.
Burning sun, it’s sting etched deep into the skin.
Only vaguely compares to the burning within.
Take me down now, I need my rest.
Free me from my chains, my one request.